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Sunday, March 3, 2013

Sword of Trent

BIG NEWS! We can finally spill the big secret. All it took was weeks of searching and a near FATAL injury, but our secret little side project is FINALLY at an end. I was excited to find out what I nearly died over.

That's right! I had no idea what it was we were after or what we were doing. You know why? BECAUSE I SPENT THE LAST FEW WEEKS FOLLOWING A STUPID FUCKING MUTE TO WHAT WAS VERY NEARLY MY FUCKING GRAVE.

Worth it. WORTH IT.

We found one of Duckie's little safe houses. I was surprised to find this one was actually a house. A little cabin in the woods.

It was ominous as FUCK. First off, place was rigged with traps. BEAR TRAPS! Had to make slow, careful, and thorough sweeps across the ground to get to the actual cabin as not to LOSE OUR FUCKING FEET. I think we set off 3 bear traps walking in a straight line from the window.

Not sure where Duckie got a budget for this kind of shit. Is it possible to steal that many bear traps? SOMEONE would notice? Wouldn't they? WOULDN'T THEY?!

In any event, the cabin was fairly bare. Three book shelves, one against EVERY wall besides the one with the door. The shelves were FILLED WITH BOOKS. Each of them a diary. Rantings of various cockroachs and murders. People I assume died around Duckie?

Some of the books where a series of Diaries all belonging to one person. Each series ended the same way... at least as far as I was willing to check. A final entry in Duckie's shit handwriting. He signed each one 'Speaker for the Dead' and explained what happened.

so... I took my brothers sword, because I had apparently mistaken another sword for it before because I'm THE WORST FUCKING SISTER EVER (Moth Edit: I noted that Duckie had put it somewhere here.), and the book, which turned out to be my brothers Diary, and we burned that STUPID FUCKING MAKE SHIFT CRYPT TO THE GROUND.